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Dream Coil

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Entry to Sammi’s weekend writing prompt! Image courtesy of Artem Chebokha.

I long for the sea in a bygone time,

but arid sands now cover my lands.

Who’d thought that spirits don’t die,

waiting for bells to sound last knells.

Yet hope remains among liminal currents,

two strangers dream of beautiful expanses.

So I coil my arms around wishes and desire,

nudge them together and watch with eager.


 

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Catch the Sky

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Entry to this week’s Sammi Scribbles! Image courtesy of Artem Chebokha.

I saw to capture the sky.

Effortless was light on my eyes.

Till brush met canvas and paint smattered.

Refusal spoke winds, clouds stuttered.

So I took my easel and colors aside.

Closed my eyes and tried to hide.

For night would fall and heavens slumber.

Snuck back out, clandestine plunder.

And by morning’s break, the masterpiece complete.

Gasped the sky, thought I had cheat.

Not ineffable,

but very difficult.


 

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The Rebirth

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Entry to this week’s WWP!

Delivered on the cusp of night

The child of Nyx saw twilight.

On winter’s eve he first walked.

With sister fates he talked.

Of past lives and last regrets,

Of lost dreams, untimely deaths.

Right the wrongs, voices decreed.

Becometh the figure of destiny.

 


 

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Word Challenge (Possess, Pies)

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The old decrepit house on Willows street was said to be possessed every Christmas eve. An eerie fog would gather around its gated premises and the normally dormant glass globes by the broken windows would glow a menacing red. Its previous inhabitants, a young family who settled in several decades ago, had been driven mad; the couple wound up in separate asylums and their children orphaned. Curiously, all the members had developed an aversion to pies of all things. The father’s insane ramblings oscillated between the gift of a divine custard and the devil’s hellfire that incinerated it. The mother reenacted the preparation of the same meal that would always end with an iron mold placed in the oven. The two children had night terrors about utensils and cutlery. The police couldn’t make heads or tails of the case until they hired an exorcist to treat the afflicted. When the priest finished his work, he asked the detectives, “have you found the friend?”

Word Challenge (Bird, Cake)

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A young pigeon once asked his cell mate if there was life outside the cage. The older bird, having pecked away the button that once yielded sweet cakes gave a wistful look and replied

“These wings could fly me to places beyond the eye’s reach. Those cakes however ruined it all for I now only dream of cake and so keep waiting.”

“That seems quite sad, but I don’t fully understand” remarked the younger pigeon. “What does it mean to fly?”

The older bird sighed and said “To fly is to live”.

Word Challenge (Toothbrush, Win)

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“Sell me this toothbrush and the job is yours” egged John with a smug expression. The position was for a high-paying sales role at a big firm.

Unphased, Tom the prospect quipped “When was the last time you brushed your teeth?”

“This morning after breakfast.”

“How long did that take before heading here?”

“About 5 minutes”

“What about after lunch?”

“The same, dentist’s recommendation”

“And at night?”

“Yes and floss”

“Have you ever missed a day?”

“Nope, not since several cavities developed years ago.”

Tom picked up the toothbrush, studied it carefully for a minute, and quickly snapped it in two by the neck. Holding the brush-head in one hand and pulling out a packet in the other he replied,

“I have pocket toothbrush, lightweight and portable for on-the-go use by the busiest of executives. Retail sales price is a dollar a head but for you, I’ll throw in a pack of mints.”

Tom won the job.